You checked the time. 05:32. You were panting heavily, and rubbed your face with your hands. You had just woken up from a dream. THAT dream. You sighed, letting your head fall back onto your pillow, not knowing how much more of this you could take.
You'd been having these 'wet' dreams about your boss, Hoseok for weeks now. I mean, sure, you were attracted to him (how could you not be?), but that didn't mean you wanted to have these dreams EVERY night. So why was this happening to you?
You decided to get up, since you were awake already, and you had to be at BTS' house early. You got up, got ready, had breakfast, and left your apartment by 6:30.
You got to the large house that all seven BTS members shared, and input the code to unlock the gates. It flashed green, and, as usual, you waited for the bars to open a path for you before you jogged into the building via the front door.
"Hi, [Y/N], Hobi's upstairs. He's waiting for you," called a sleepy Taehyung, walking down the stairs in his pyjamas as you locked the door.
After V had disappeared into the kitchen, you placed your jacket and bag on the hooks by the front door and walked up to your boss' room.
After hearing Hoseok give you permission from inside his room, you opened the door slowly and walked in. "Good morning, sir. Why did you want me to come so earl-" you began cheerfully, before turning to see a shirtless Hoseok, his arms folded behind his head, laying on his bed. His body was toned and masculine. His hair was casual and messy, and he was wearing a pair of professional, pale trousers.
You'd never seen him like this, and immediately you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. You knew you were blushing, but there was very little you could do about it.
Hoseok opened one eye and leapt up off the bed. "Morning, [Y/N]. I've already told you once. Call me Hoseok. 'Sir' makes me uncomfortable," your boss said to you with a weak smile. He laughed at you. "Are you my personal assistant or my slave?" Then, without warning, Hoseok walked forward and patted you on the head affectionately. His hand was warm and manly, and you gasped.
You were slightly annoyed that he was treating you like a child, but also felt as if you were being rewarded. You looked down in embarrassment before feeling the weight lifted off your head. "Ah," you mumbled. "Sorry, H-Hoseok."
"Sorry I asked for you at 7 am. But I'm having a bit of a crisis." Your boss walked to his wardrobe and pulled out two tops. One was a stylish grey t-shirt, and one was a smart, cream office shirt. "I wasn't sure which one to wear for the studio today."
You gulped, and felt the red in your face die down gradually. After all, he was your boss. You were his assistant. So you decided to assist him. You walked forward and carefully looked at both tops, which Hoseok held against his chest. Your eyes had to refrain from focusing too much on his abs, but you managed to point to the t-shirt and say, "That one."
Hoseok smiled and playfully raised his arms, expecting you to put it on for him.
You hesitated, before pulling the grey t-shirt over his head with ease. It fit him perfectly, and your hands slid over his biceps as you pulled it down all the way.
Suddenly, you noticed something, just above Hoseok's hip bone. It looked like a very small birth mark, but was far too detailed. The mark resembled a full moon, and in it, the korean character for 'Devil' (악마).
You blinked a couple of times, but it was still there. You found yourself squinting curiously at it, which must have been too obvious, because Hoseok suddenly took your hands that were still grabbing at his t-shirt.
He pulled your hands down and took them in his own. He then walked you backwards to the wall and looked deep into your eyes. His gaze made you feel as if all the blood had been drained for your body. Just then, in a split second, it seemed as though Hoseok's normally dark eyes flashed bright red.
